The Christmas of 1977, I was three years old. We were driving home from my brother’s Advent program when Slip Slidin’ Away came on the car radio. Without thought, the words, “Daddy!… Read more How Terribly Strange to be Seventy →
The Denver skyline shot up during early 1980s, and, my dad helped build it. Dad, a welder, came to Colorado in 1979 for the construction boom. However, for much of his… Read more States of Permanence, States of Grace →
I’m re-posting a post about my friend Mary two years ago. I actually wrote another post for today so I met the challenge, but I’ll share that one tomorrow. While I was writing the other post I realized today Mary would have been 39 today, next year she would have been 40. “Would have been,” is the sliver pushed so far beneath our skin when we lose someone we love – it never comes out, just pinches and stings. Mary is forever be 25. She took an irreplaceable piece of… Read more Day 21: Remembering Mary →
